“That’s a good girl.” He purrs, making some heat slowly burn in my lower stomach, but I force myself to ignore it.
Now is not the time, Z.
“Now, can I trust that you won't try to hurt me if I get off of you?” He asks.
I refuse to answer his question and let myself try to catch my breath.
“Can I trust you, princess?” He lets his free hand run his knuckles down my cheek then to my neck.
“You shouldn’t.” I smirk but then spit in his face.
This makes him remove both of his hands off of me to wipe his eyes, creating the perfect window of time for me to roll us over to put me on top of him. This time I have him on his stomach and I straddle his back side. Rushing, I pull my earring out of my ear and hold the pointy end in front of his eye, making him freeze in place.
“Now, why am I here?” I growl in his ear, using my free hand to grip his hair at the crown of his head to keep him steady.
“You’re here because I need information from you,” a voice calls out from behind me.
I spare a quick glance at the person standing in the door and focus my attention back to the man underneath me.
“What is it you want to know, Maxi pad?” I called out.
“Lots of things. I’d be willing to discuss them down stairs at the kitchen table, you’re probably famished.” Max says.
I scoff, “Yea, and turn my back to let this fucker attack me? No thanks, maxi pad. I’m not hungry” I pull the earring closer to Brandon’s eye almost skinning the iris. My stomach growls loudly, exposing my lie.
Leave it to my body to betray me.
“My name is Max or Mr. Karma. And you will address me as such. And your gut just told me you are, in fact, hungry. You’ll be no use to me if you starve.” Max explains.
“I’ll settle for Mr. Maxi Pad, and there’d better be pancakes.” I stand off of Brandon and keep my sights set on him as I step away.
Max grits his teeth, showing his muscles popping in his jaw. He quickly wipes away his frustration and gives me a tight smile. “Youwillcall me Max. Let’s go down stairs.” He turns out of the door and heads to the right.
Brandon hops to his feet and starts to quickly approach me, and I prepare myself in my stance to brace his attack. “Don’t provoke her, Brandon. Come down stairs.” Max calls out.
I raise an eyebrow at Brandon daring him to come at me again. He lets out a sigh and drops his head before stepping out the door. I reply with a satisfied hum and follow after him.
We make our way down a long hallway that is lined with doors and then the stairs in silence, but he keeps glancing at me as if I’m a wild animal.
Good.
Once we make it to the bottom of the stairs I take in the rest of the home. The house is modern but classic. It’s a Victorian style home with modern updates to the electricity and design. Like the motion censored lights as we walk from room to room, high ceilings with beautiful molding. The same dark hardwood floors that cover the living area is the same that is up in the room I was being held in. The interior is dark and gloomy and exactly what I’d expect it to look like, but at the same time I find comfort in the aesthetic.
As we turn the corner, we find ourselves in a spacious dining room where the rest of the men are already gathered.
The table is long and grandiose with each place set including one with an empty chair, that I assume is meant for me, but I stay standing.
“There's our pretty sparrow.” Teddy smiles and stares at me hungrily.
I roll my eyes and look at Max. “Okay, I’m here now. So what information is it that you want?” I cross my arms and lean against the wall across from him.
“Sit.” He points to a seat.
I wanted to decline but that's when I saw the pancakes stacked high in the middle of the table. So, reluctantly I obliged.
I keep my arms crossed in front of me as I watch the four men make their plates.
Max is in a full suit. Brown trousers, a white button up with a brown vest and jacket layered on top. He has a chain that is hanging from his pocket, figuring the pompous asshat has a fucking stop watch in there.
